Day in. Day out. From job to job to survive Is more burden than payload. Live and die in the hive. Shiny nails, fancy gown Cover up what I don’t own. Spells tough times for worker bees, Drown in honey, sweet release.
If I could freeze time to be with you And never grow old. If I had magic powers at the tips Of my fingers, then still I wouldn’t do. If I...
we picked our twigs with love and care they fell to our feet, our lips whistled a fanfare a smooch on the cheek then mouth turned to beak...
I’m glad to make friends in queue. They tell me that they like my vibe And they help me move from time to time. They say „How you present...
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